Sophie Wilson's little mouth immediately grinned, smiling with great joy: "My Mr. Seymour is the best, come here, smooch."
Sophie Wilson stood on tiptoe and lightly pecked Charles Seymour's lips, and then someone dizzily went to buy an ice cream cone.
The cones from that place seemed quite delicious, with many people lining up, and Charles Seymour just obediently stood at the very end.
The girls in the line saw Charles Seymour, such a cold and ascetic man, coming to buy cones preferred by girls, and they all started whispering.
"So handsome!"
"Buying for his girlfriend, right?"
"His girlfriend is so lucky!"
"I really want a boyfriend like that too!"
The young girls whispered and laughed, and for Charles Seymour, who had an excellent sense of hearing, he could generally hear everything clearly.
Would Mr. Seymour feel embarrassed buying such girlish things for his girlfriend?
The answer doesn't need guessing; he absolutely wouldn't feel embarrassed.
